This story is a follow-up to the original, told from Jenny's perspective. It is based on interracial lesbian love, seduction, reluctance and coercion. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who (like me) take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please continue on your way.
CONFLICTING EMOTIONS
Jenny loved her large, round whirlpool bath. It was always a relief to sink into it and relax. Especially when she was feeling frustrated. Annabelle was downstairs, talking business on the phone. She had been for the last hour. It was becoming a familiar pattern and sometimes Jenny felt like nothing had changed since the last crisis in their relationship.
Annabelle had her work to do, she knew that. But that wasn't really the point. Where was the work-life balance they'd talked about? Normally she could cope with the unfairness she felt. But not when she was feeling this horny. Her girlfriend should be fucking her, not working.
She tipped her head back, soaking her hair in the foamy bath water and smoothing it wetly over her scalp.
They had just gone through the most traumatic four weeks since they'd got together—and come out the other side. She'd thought that she and Annabelle had patched things up, put their difficulties behind them, and got their relationship back on track. Yet everything was sliding back to the awful numbing state that had seen her seek solace in the arms of Edie Phillips.
It was at times like this—when she was feeling dissatisfied and unfulfilled—that she missed Edie the most. The black woman was twice her age and had a way about her that never failed to make Jenny's pulse quicken.
Annabelle didn't do that anymore, even despite the brief sexual flurry during their kiss and make up period. It was as if Jenny wasn't attractive anymore. How could she be when her girlfriend was more interested in work than her body.
Okay, Annabelle was a young journalist trying to make a name for herself, but did she really have work all those long hours?
She glanced down herself in the water. Her dark nipples sat beautifully high on her full breasts and her flat stomach was still showing the beginnings of a six-pack. All those hours spent in the gym were paying off.
It seemed ironic that while Annabelle might not appreciate her body anymore, Edie had.
It had been the black dyke's persistence that had eventually worn Jenny down. Edie had come on to her ever since she'd joined the firm although Jenny had always turned her down. But with Annabelle no longer interested in her, she had eventually succumbed. She was only human after all.
One hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple while the other slipped under the water and found her clit. The recollection of Edie's touch returned instantly, sending a shiver across her body despite the warmth of the water.
She pulled her hands away and curled one slender leg over the side of the tub. The water trickled from her skin, tracing its way along her inner thigh and dripping back into the bubble filled bath again.
She reached for her little pink razor and the bottle of body wash on the edge of the bath. Tipping some of the soapy liquid into the palm of her hand, she spread the lather along her shapely leg and went to work. Satisfied with the result, she switched legs and thought of Edie again.
She'd never been with a black woman previously, never realised quite how overtly sexual they were. Edie had an instinctive ability to use words as much as her body to make Jenny resemble jelly.
"A hot little thing with full breasts like yours makes butches like me crazy."
Who wouldn't be aroused when told something like that? Then she'd taken Jenny to the black lesbian club.
"D'you know how many women here are hoping for the chance to fuck you?"
The bubbles faded away in the water, leaving behind nothing but soapy islands. Jenny bit her lip as she pushed her hips forward. Her pubic mound rose above the bubble filled water, and she worked a soapy lather into the thin hair as Edie's provocative words bounced around her mind.
"Do you know what turns me on more than anything? It's having a sweet little white girl go down on me, especially when she's someone else's woman..."
She tried to blank them out as she went to work. Her heart was pumping fast and her breath was coming in short, sharp pants. With every glide of her razor, things got fuzzier and her arousal heightened.
"You shouldn't do without. It's bad for you, kitten. It makes you crazy."
Edie had been right about that. Here she was, 'doing without' again, and it was driving her mad. Why couldn't Annabelle show some interest in her, for heaven's sake? Even a couple of times a week would be enough to get by.
But if Annabelle hadn't wanted her, Edie had. She had seduced and fucked her. Oh my God, how she had fucked her. And Jenny had responded like a bitch on heat.
"Didn't I tell you that you needed it real bad? But who would have thought you'd be so insatiable? Or as eager to please?"
She went through two razor heads, swiping them across her mound in short strokes until she was smooth. When she was done, her heart was beating so fast she felt like she'd just finished a marathon. She ran her fingers ran across her smoothness, loving the softness of her skin.
Edie would love it to...
She found her clit again, all swollen and exposed. Images crept back into her mind that she usually pushed away. This time, she embraced them.
"Black pussy! You're hooked, kitten."
Edie had been right. Even now, she craved it.
She closed her eyes and saw Edie's glistening sex infront of her. It was wet and juicy, just like it always was. Needy! In her mind's eye, Jenny could see herself sink to her knees, stretching out her tongue.
Her breath quickened again and she slipped a finger inside herself. Instantly, a second joined the first. The feeling of her palm against her newly shaved flesh nearly set her off. She held it back, briefly, while behind her closed eyelids she could see her tongue go to work on Edie's clit. The older woman was stroking her hair, talking to her, encouraging her.
Instantly, her climax broke. She made a grab for the towel by the side of the bath and jammed it inside her mouth as her body jerked under the water. The last thing she needed was for Annabelle to hear her orgasmic moans.
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Jenny stared thoughtfully out of the train window, and then glanced at her watch. She would be there in half an hour. She'd only been off work for a couple of weeks, but returning to the office after two weeks away wasn't going to be easy.
It had nothing to do with the work. It had everything to do with Edie.
She had pulled back from her ebony skinned lover when she and Annabelle had patched things up between them. Avoiding her at work was impossible, and quitting her job wasn't an option. How would she have explained such a drastic move to Annabelle? Besides, her financial situation meant that wasn't a realistic possibility.
Confessing everything to her girlfriend would have been counterproductive, too. Their relationship was shaky enough and telling Annabelle she'd had an affair while they were struggling would have tipped it over the edge.
Instead, she had taken a fortnight's holiday. It felt like running away, but everything was still far too raw to face her. And there was a second reason, however much she tried to deny it. The sexual pull she felt inside her body remained extremely strong.
